I and I and

Sometimes you feel the need to crawl away
far from the heat of reaching Sunday
leaving nothing in your place
but ashes and dismay

and there, in the cold deliverance
reaching all your feelings, tasting
acceptance of your exsistence
sundry thoughs, will never be the same

lust is welcome, as much as hate
crippling terror, souls to deprave
corruption of the living
that loves to be insane

feeling all you are
one that is the same
revealing all the blame
I become I, again